floating doing my arm rehab in the pool yesterday. As I floated worked very hard (the Torturer reads my blog) I also did some thinking. I’m feeling a little out of sorts the last few days. (Read: bitchy!) Briefcase is off traveling, but that’s nothing new. TR is spending a few months in Europe studying. (Really she’s partying in every country she can get to.) RC is in and out a lot this summer. He’s busy working at his job, or vacationing with friends, or socializing. PR is … fine. Everything is just fine and so ho-hum. So why do I feel like my Bitch Reflex is barely under control and about to emerge any second?
You know what a Bitch Reflex is, right? When you just want to tear someone’s head off, stomp it on the ground and find the next person to do the exact same to. When you can give a look and that look alone sends quivers down the spine of the recipient. A strong Bitch Reflex changes your tongue into a lethal weapon delivering words that can do more damage than a gun or a sword. The Bitch Reflex in all it’s uncontrolled glory is quite a sight to behold.
Sometimes hormones bring on a Bitch Reflex. I wish I could blame the way I’ve felt lately on hormones, but I can’t. Men have Bitch Reflexes too. Women don’t own the Bitch Reflex, although we may have perfected it. Maybe it’s the heat or the fact we’ve had some unusual humidity lately? I’m not used to humidity in Orange County. Sure, I guess I can blame the weather. I feel like it wouldn’t take much at all to push me into Bitch Reflex land right now. It might be awhile till I come back.
Or perhaps it’s not the weather but the fact that I can’t seem to accomplish one single productive thing each day with the kids out of school. They seem to be running in and out constantly. Why do I feel the need to be productive in the first place? Why do they need me to drive them somewhere or pick them up from somewhere every time I start to do anything. Why is it getting on my nerves so much lately? Usually I’m okay with it.
I love summer. I love the heat; I love having the kids and all their friends around. I like staying up late each night without the restriction of a 5:30 a.m. alarm to get the school day started. So why a Bitch Reflex surfacing now? Could it be post-Hawaii let down? Taking a vacation the very first week the kids were out of school was great. Now, however, a lot of hot summer days stretch ahead without anything super exciting to look forward to. Maybe I just need to plan a cheap weekend getaway or something?
Well, whatever it is … it is. I may not be able to pinpoint what the cause is, but I do recognize that it’s taking immense willpower to contain the Bitch Reflex. What makes you cranky? What revs up your Bitch Reflex? Also, what snaps you out of it and gets you back to normal? Anyone have any sure-fire cures for Bitch Reflex? And please don’t say sex … Briefcase is out of town and I didn’t buy Wire Man!
Speaking of Wire Man …. As an aside to those of you who read yesterday’s post. Last night I could not stop singing The Hammer Song. I was singing and/or humming it for hours after reading your comments! You remember it, right? “If I had a hammer … I’d hammer in the morning. I’d hammer in the evening ….” Ha!